So here's another chapter. Yeah yeah, new chapter next day. I'm awesome. I have a three day weekend so you might even get another chapter today or tomorrow. MAYBE.
Hope you like it.
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Kanda was in a rather good mood, as good a mood as he could be in at least. His glare was softer than usual, a fact only noticed by his companions who were used to his expressions and what the slight variations in his glare meant.
The hall cleared in front of him, the story of his transfiguration during class somehow already making its way through the student body.
He was in a good mood, regardless of being scolded my McGonagall and sent to the Headmaster's office who had asked him "You are an Animagus?"
Kanda had stared at the man. "A what?" Lenalee, who had followed him along with Lavi, asked for him since the likelihood of Kanda talking was small.
"An Animagus." He had explained, looking even more confused by their lack of understanding. "A wizard who can transfigure themselves. It is a very difficult spell to cast and must be executed perfectly or else there are serious consequences." These children don't even know what it is yet they were able to correctly cast one of the most complex spells in the wizard world? How can that be? It was Kanda as well, I thought he was the least likely to be interested in magic. He must have natural talent with transfiguration then.
Lenalee glanced back at Kanda, who had one eyebrow slightly raised, his version of surprise. "It wasn't that difficult. I don't see what the fuss is about." Kanda actually growled out, unimpressed.
Dumbledore only raised his eyebrows. He didn't think it was hard? Most students who attempt to become Animagus take years to successfully cast the spell. He has managed to do so perfectly in a few weeks with no past teaching. "It is very difficult. Most who attempt to become Animagi takes years to correctly cast the spell, even after being taught." He echoed his thoughts.
Kanda was still unimpressed. "I memorized that whole book so I can do whatever I want." He swung his wand, turning into a black cat with crosses on its forelegs in seconds and walked out of the office without a second glance at the Headmaster.
Lenalee and Lavi followed him, apologizing to the Headmaster as they left. Dumbledore leaned against his desk. Another student who doesn't care for what is considered the norm. What am I going to do with these students?
Students parted before the fierce light in Kanda's eyes. He stalked down the hall, heading towards the black haired boy in Griffindor who he had followed to classes earlier.
The teacher, Snape, as he introduced himself, began the class by insulting the Griffindors rather offhandedly before introducing the potion they would be brewing during class.
He watched for a while until the class was about half finished before he walked slowly up and down the aisles looking into each student's cauldron disapprovingly, as if he expected them all to fail and still being disappointed.
He only offered actual praise to a person on the Slytherin side who was wearing a deep hood that hid his whole head from view. The person only nodded once, head bowed.
Kanda stared at the person on the other side of the room, also sitting in the back like him. He couldn't even tell the gender of the person, his hood hid his whole face and the loose robes disguised any body shape that would be revealed by tighter clothing.
Snape reached Kanda's table and scowled down into his cauldron, frown deepening. Kanda ignored him, he knew that he had made his potion flawlessly and so did not see the need to pay him any attention.
"Well done." The man grumbled, quickly turned away from the dark boy as it to try and avoid the fact that he had just praised a student from the other house.
Harry stared at the dark boy in the back row in amazement. Snape had actually praised him. He was the first student to be praised outside of the Slytherin house. Yet Kanda didn't look pleased in the least. Does nothing make him happy? He's an Animagus and perfect at Potions yet he doesn't even blink. He's just staring at the transfer student from last year.
Harry looked back at the Slytherin student himself, wondering just what the student was hiding. Apparently no one had seen the boy's face since the first day of classes, he had heard a group of Slytherins talking about last night and how the boy hadn't even returned to the room until lights out.
He remembered the sorting ceremony for the boy, he had been called up and had sat on the stool, head still covered with the hood. Dumbledore had not told him to remove it so he left it on. The sorting hat had only been on his head for a few seconds when it practically shrieked "Slytherin!" The boy had joined the others of his new house silently.
Those at the table did not know what to make of the hooded boy, they had mainly avoided him until Draco Malfoy had taunted him to try and get him to remove the hood. "What is there to hide newbie?" He had been confident that he could out fight the stranger, since Dumbledore had said that he had not been to school before. He grabbed the boy's hood with a hand and made to pull it down when the boy yanked his wand out of his pocket, a wand that was black with ghostly white swirls bleached into the wood and gave it a whirl.
His body seemed to spin about and a huge white timber wolf stood on the table in front of where the boy had been sitting. The pure white wolf pulled back its black lips, revealing sharp canines as it snarled at Malfoy, nose inches from the now terrified boy's face. It's unnatural silver eyes flashed in rage, jaw opening and the snarl becoming even louder, almost sounding as if the wolf was roaring from deep within its chest.
Dumbledore had shouted out to the boy-turned-wolf "enough!" and it had changed back to the hooded boy who had stared at Malfoy, who had fallen to the floor in his fright, silver eyes visible for a moment before the boy turned to approach Dumbledore who was gesturing for him to come out of the hall to talk.
So now there were two students who were apparently Animagi, both of which didn't care about the incredible power they had in the slightest.
Kanda had apparently finished with his potion and poured a small amount into a vial and corked it before laying his head on his arms and going to sleep, ignoring the glare from Snape.
His friends looked back at him with amused smiles before turning back to their own potions.
The boy sitting in the back of the Slytherins stared at the dark haired Griffindor. He was not fooled by his ruse. He knew perfectly well that the dark boy was not sleeping, he was pretending so as to be less obvious about investigating his surroundings. The boy who had been introduced by the Headmaster as Neah Red smiled sadly beneath his hood, resting his head on the table as silent tears ran down his face, unnoticed by the rest of the people in the room.
So yeah, its kind of short. I didn't want to write any more for this chapter so screw me. I don't care.
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